By Judith Gayle | Political Waves
It’s election year, a sure indicator being the recent run on weapons. The mythology that a Democrat in the White House will gather up all the guns as prelude to sucking our brains out through a tube, or similar nonsense, has been going on, decade after decade, since yer great-great-grandpappy toted his hog-leg with him to pick off varmints, human and otherwise. Besides gun-hysteria, there are other typical activities in preparation for possible switch of leadership, although if you talk to the old-timers, this year is something special.
To put a sharp point on it, this election year the rhetoric long ago crossed the line of acceptable speech. Candidate promises to relieve us of the horror of having that black guy in the White House are so unreasonable as to be sheer fantasy. While a certain amount of this is to be expected, we clearly lost our e-brake on ugly political hijinks back in 2010. It’s also apparent that the opposition party is having a bit of a nervous breakdown this year, babbling to itself within hearing distance of a worried nation.
With the hoopla of Super Tuesday behind us, Santorum, who is picking up speed among the Christocrats as a bona fide not-Mitt, still wants us to have many children, one for each sexual act, apparently. He isn’t so interested in feeding or educating them, though. I mean, wasn’t it Jesus who said, “The poor will be with us always?” That’s good enough for Rick, who seconded that motion and put the nation on alert to his intent regarding birth control and home schooling. In the minds of disgruntled Pubs, Santorum has taken on the mantle of populist freedom fighter.